I ask you to burn me because it’s hard to dream,
Now that you’ve departed and gone to heavens door,
My heart is full of anguish and my throat full of screams,
It’s an easy option to die for the reality is hard to ignore.

I ask you to burn me because it’s hard to breathe,
My lungs have collapsed, my soul snapped under the strain,
Breaking under the raging tears my blood starts to seethe,
A torturous amount of pain deep within that you never could preordain.